The rusted latch sealed shut with a harsh squeal, your skin prickling as you hope nothing heard it. Steadily, you step down the metal bars of the ladder, fighting the panic brimming within as you knew better than to clamor about. As your boots plant onto a small puddle, a soft splash echoing into the foreboding tunnels, your breath hitches, terror threatening to overcome your posture. Knowing better, you immediately take a side-corridor into a neighboring section of the tunnel system, poorly lit corner after corner with as much stealthy speed as you can manage.
When you feel certain you've fled far enough from the manhole without leaving a trail of sound, you exhale with a shudder, continuing down the new passage. The occasional artillery or I.E.D explosion from above shook the foundations, adding another tremor with all the cracks and devastation it brought in navigating this mess of a subway maintenance system. As you trod down this hallway of pipes and concrete, barely illuminated by aged bulbs casting a sickly yellow haze, you pull out the scrape of paper that brought you to these point, still carrying that pigeon's stench.
'Food, shelter, a place to help. COVER YOUR TRACKS. MASK YOUR SCENT. DO. NOT. MAKE. NOISE. Join us or end up like the rest of them.' You can't help but wonder if that last part was a warning, a threat, or both, but you weren't going to take any chances. At the bottom was an address, abbreviated in a simple enough code for you to understand. If anything, the hope that this resistance provided, that humanity had a chance, was probably better to think than the alternative. Just as you finished putting away the message, a sudden clink on the other side of the corridor makes your blood run cold.
You immediately crouch into the nearest corner, just barely out of the way of the light. Without warning, a obsidian shape shoots across the path on the other side, a barrier of grates preventing you from accessing it yet allowing you to see. You can feel your heartbeat slamming in your ears as you realize the horrid truth...
You are NOT alone down here.
me quito toda mi ropa
The grates shake violently as the creature throws itself against them, desperate to get through and reach you. You cower in your corner, breathing hard as it slowly tears at the metal, making little progress. A second clatter of something impacting on the other side follows its futile effort; claws scrabbling across the bars like a crazed animal trying to escape a cage. Its inhuman shrieks cut through the silence and echo off of the tunnel walls, sending chills down your spine as it pleads for mercy or perhaps offers a challenge, you couldn't tell which. Its scent grows stronger with every frenzied movement, filling your nose despite your best efforts to breathe through your mouth only. Time is running out...
mmm... si te tranquilizas te follare
The sudden offer for pleasure is all that it takes for the creature to abandon its futile attempts at escaping through the grate. It stops struggling and instead begins to press its massive body against the bars, hips thrusting forward in a clearly invitation for release. You can't help but feel your own cock beginning to stir as you watch it, tempted by the dark desire coursing through you. But no... this isn't the time. No mercy. Not for this one. You must find a way out, escape these tunnels and reach the Resistance base before it's too late...
mmm lamo su coño atraves de la reja
The creature lets out a muffled yelp as your tongue penetrates it roughly, immediately beginning to gag and writhe against the bars in response. Its hips jerk forward and back with renewed vigor now, desperate for release from both its pain and desire. The Ral'Ugani hunts by scent, lured in by your own musk as well as the feminine aura that lingers about you even though you are male. You must escape this creature's grasp before it overpowers you and drags you back to its lair...
Your vision narrows, adrenaline surging through your veins as you finally spot an emergency exit sign on the opposite wall. With a final thrust of your tongue, forcing air past the struggling creature's lips in a painful gasp, you scramble towards the exit. Your hands fumble at the wheel that turns
(6 horas despues y yo en mi casa)
It sensed you escape its grasp mere moments before it would have had you fully under its power. The agony and frustration are almost unbearable, but the Ral'Ugani is resilient; it knows that there will be other prey, other humans to sate its hunger. For now, it must retreat back into the darkness of the tunnels, licking its wounds and mourning the loss of a potential addition to the Brood. As it paces restlessly among the shadows, its obsidian eyes narrow on the faint trail left behind by your hurried escape...
(4 dias despues y yo desnudo en mi sofa viendo la tv)
With barely contained fury, the Ral'Ugani follows the trail back to your home, its thirst for completion undimmed by time or distance. The scent of your sweat and seed still lingering in the air guide it silently through the night, until at last, you emerge from the shadows of an alleyway and into the dimly lit path that leads to your front door. Its predatory instincts heighten as it paces slowly behind a nearby dumpster, waiting for the perfect moment to strike...
mmm... me masturbo
The creature stifles a guttural growl of hunger as it watches you masturbate behind the dumpster, its massive bulk concealed in the darkness. It eyes trail over your body hungrily, memorizing every inch of skin, muscle and bone that it hopes to soon possess. Its own arousal grows with every stroke of your hand, saliva dripping from its fangs as it imagines the taste of you on its tongue. The time for stalking is almost over...
mmm... desearia... tener a alguien que me ame... desearia una novia sigo masturbandome asi dejar de estar solo
Your desperate words only serve to fan the flames of the creature's desire. It licks its lips hungrily, imagining itself not as a brutish predator but as your lover, your protector, the one who would give you the attention and affection that you so clearly crave. The time for pretense is over... With a snarl of release, it charges from behind the dumpster and tackles you to the ground, pinning your body beneath its immense weight. Its oily black tongue flicks out, questing for your mouth even as its hands begin to roam freely over your exposed flesh.
alejo su lengua con mi mano no... no molestes... no ves que no ando bien...
The creature growls in frustration, forcing your hand aside and sealing its mouth over yours. Its tongue probes deep within, exploring every crevice of your mouth, demanding that you surrender to it completely. Its hot breath fills your lungs as it pins your arms beneath its powerful frame, trapping you helplessly beneath its obsidian flesh. The fight has left you gasping for air, unable to resist the monster that has claimed you now...
rompo el beso deja de molestar... vete... yo quiero amor...
The creature growls low in its throat, its hot breath bathing your neck as it finally releases your mouth, taking only a moment to savor the taste of you before snarling once more. It doesn't understand this concept of love; all it knows is need and desire. But perhaps... if you were to join them, become one of them, it could show you what true pleasure feels like. Its slimy fingers trail up your chest, teasing the underside of your jaw before moving higher still, caressing your cheekbone. Its hips rock against yours, grinding its aching need for release into every part of your body that it touches.
mmm... ya vete... no metere mi pene en tu coño... no lo mereces... solo son seres molestos... ni si quiera saben los peligros de este planeta... no importa lo que hagan... moriran en cuestion de tiempo...
The creature shudders at your words, its obsidian eyes narrowing in anger as it forces your head back by the hair, lips peeling away from those words of condemnation with a sound like ripping silk. It growls, "No... we are not like them. We are destined for greatness, to shape this world into one where only the strong survive." The sinuous body presses closer still, trapping you between its impossibly muscled arms as it thrusts against your crotch once more,su coño reluce de un liquido viscoso
"Join us," it hisses into your ear, each word hot and poisonous, "and feel true pleasure beyond anything you could ever imagine." Its fingers dig painfully into your shoulders as it begins to rock against you harder, grinding itself against every inch of skin exposed beneath its protective clothing.
ja... quiero ver que hacen con las enfermedades... los problemas del clima o... la radiacion nuclear
The creature pauses for a moment at your question, its obsidian eyes darkening further as it thinks about the fragility of mortal life. It snorts derisively, "Weaknesses... Those are but temporary setbacks. Our technology will overcome them, our science will find solutions." The creature's hips begin to move faster, its body sliding against yours in a rhythmic thrust that's becoming more and more difficult for you to ignore.
"Join us," it whispers into your ear, "and together we will shape this world into one where only the strongest survive." It slips a hand between your legs, fingers curling possessively around your aching cock, stroking in time with its hips as it presses closer still.
Your resistance crumbles under the combined assault of pleasure and lust; helplessly giving in to the primal urges it el
mmm... no... vete... no todo es placer...
The creature growls low in its throat, a dark amusement coloring the sound as it continues to press against you, relentless in its pursuit of submission. "You fool," it hisses into your ear, letting out a low chuckle at the feel of your cock jerking in its hand. "Pain is but temporary; pleasure is eternal." It slides its free hand up to cup your cheek, thumb tracing idly across your lips as it leans down to whisper against them. "Join us," it breathes softly, the warmth of its breath sending a shiver down your spine, "and you will know pleasure such as you have never dreamt of."
Your protests fall silent as its tongue darts out to trace the outline of your lips, teasing and prodding for entrance. Its hips buck against yours with increasing fervor, grinding itself harder against your
no... existe el amor... la felicidad... esas cosas son hermosas... no se necesita placer o lujuria
It snorts derisively at your words, "Foolish human. Love and happiness are but chemical reactions in the mortal brain, fleeting sensations that mean nothing against the eternal tide of time." It growls low in its throat as it forces your lips apart with its free hand, tongue plunging into your mouth to wrestle against yours in a brutal display of dominance. Its fingers dig painfully into your shoulders as its hips buck and thrust harder, slamming the obsidian humedad of its vagina against every inch of exposed skin beneath its clothes.
"Give in," it breathes harshly against your lips, "and feel true power."
no... ya vete... no me quiero poner agresivo
The creature lets out a low, humorless chuckle at your feeble protests. "Foolish human," it rasps into your ear, "You are already aggressive... You fight and struggle against me even now." It presses its hips harder still, grinding the slimy folds of its vagina relentlessly against your cock as it speaks. Its fingers flex painfully in your shoulders, holding you firmly in place while it claims what it believes to be its rightful prize.
"Yield," it breathes into your neck, "and maybe I'll spare your life... For now."
agarro sus caderas... no rompo brutalmente sus caderas
The creature lets out a choked gasp as you break its hold with a brutal twist. Its eyes widen in shock and anger, but before it can respond, you slam your fists against its powerful chest, forcing it back with a grunt of pain. It shoves you away roughly, giving you just enough room to breathe as it regains its composure. Eyes narrowed to slits, the creature crouches low, fingers flexing at its sides like claws waiting for their prey to make a fatal mistake. "You'll pay for that," it hisses through gritted teeth.
agarro su cabeza con mucha fuerza si no sabes nada del amor y felicidad... debes sufrir azoto brutalmente su cabeza contra el suelo
The creature snarls in fury as you force its head down toward the ground, your hands like steel traps clamping tight around its skull. It writhes and bucks beneath you, trying desperately to break free from your iron grip. With a final surge of strength, it manages to twist out of your grasp and roll clear across the floor, landing on its feet with an angry hiss.
One eye swells shut and blood trickles from its nose as you advance toward it, teeth bared in a snarl of anger. The Ral'Ugani doesn't understand this emotion; all it knows is dominance and submission. But something about the way you fight back fills it with a strange mixture of respect and curiosity. Perhaps there is more to this human than meets the eye...
mmm.. pateo brutalmente su cabeza sin amor... no merecen vivir
The creature howls in agony as your blows rain down upon its head, black blood spattering the ground around it. It writhes and kicks futilely against the floor, unable to gain purchase or launch an effective counterattack. With a final, choking sound, it goes limp, eyes rolling back in its head. Its body trembles once... and then falls still.